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the cosmos 

the bumble bee unlatches
from the folds of a cosmos

where it slept last night
while I slept nearby inside

a plastered wooden box
I don't know why I call it home

one morning I may forget who I
and begin to buzz and wobble

maybe I too will lift from a cosmos
and disappear into light

Michael Spring

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